The Dillon tribune. [volume] (Dillon, Mont.) 1881-1941, 1887-01-07

| What he said lie could Mercr nf'errir'
| recall
off bud handed it to him, saying in tn
words Of Juliet:
Sweet. good night:
| This bud Of love, by summers ripcning breath,
May prove q beauteous flower, when next VI
meet
He kissed tho bud and put it in his bosom
kissetl her again passionately and descended
! the hill to prepare for his departure in the
morning.
The days that followed were halcyon fol-
her. Whilc.thc other women of Sarlis, w!lcse
loved ones We're gone, were bewailng the
dangers they would encounter, her proud
spirit only contemplated the chances that
Harry wouh! have for winning fame. Battles
meant bright laurels for him in which she
would have n rightful share.
Her mental food became tho poetry Of love,
chivalry and glorious war. The lyric had a
vivid personal interest. Tales Of romantic
daring and achievement were suggestions of
possibilities in Harry's career. Her waking
hours were mainly spent, book in hand, under
the old apple tree that daily grew dearer to
her.
The exalted mood in which we found her
was broken IN upon by the sound of some ono
shutting the gate below very cmpiutically
lerkng down she saw Der father approach
in:, with ,nll visible signs in fac. and de-
n'e:lnni of si"on. excitement that IN" arose
and went to- Linn
why. father, what can he the natter"
She SAID, stopping in front of him, with The
open book pressed TO her breast.
"Mat!cr enough. I'm afraid, Rachel. There's
been lattc near n place called Rich Noun
tain, in West Virginia, and Harry Glcn's-"
"Oh, father she said, growing very white,
"lfaTy's ki,lcd!'
No; not killed" The old mans lip curled
with scnrn. Its worse. He seems to'vc sud-
denly discovered he want prepared to die;
lie dhlh't want to rush all ut once into tho
presence Of his Maker. Noble he didn't think
it'd bc good manners. You know he was al
ways stronger on ctikwet than anything else,
In short, he's showed the white feather. A
dozen or more letters have come from the
boys telling all about it, and the towns talk
ing OF nothing else. There's one of the let
tiers. It's from Joseph Pancake, who quit
working for me to enlist. Keal it for yOur-
SELF"
The old gentleman threw the letter upon
the grass and strobe On angrily into tho
house Rachel sl!oothcu out the trumpl,,l
sheet and read with II growing sickness at the
heart:
MIR. BOND.
DEER STR: talk my pen in hand to lett You no
that with the exception of IL occasional t,.ch Of
roomaticks, an boonons all over my fcte from
har'l n';'r'hn. inc all rite. an holx. you ar in
JON tue saiIn blcssin. We've Jest had an awful
o'g III" and the way we warmed ii To the .a.,rshcrs
jest beat Ill" jews l doant expect they've stopt
l''nn'n yit. All the Saris boys done bully cx,rm
Lieut.. Harry Glen The smell OF burnt powder
scanned t" onstttlr his narves He TUX powerful
SICK al at wunst, Jest the trail was sittn rather
lreS' anu he lay groann wen the rest OF the com,
!mhy marched of into the fite. lie doant find
inc Rlln,"t here as healthy as it is in Sarbis. /
stinSl''shrd myself and have bin promoted and
we got Il Rebel gun for you with bore biz. cnutr
70 put walnut in, and it'll jest mock your whole
Earned shoulder oil every time you shoot it. No
more yours Ill ,eth send me some fincc,,t toack,.r
~. "''se"S S''e. JOSEPH PANCAKE.
Rachel tore the letter into a thousand rr:,.
ncnts and flung the volume of poems into
Ihe dttrivhnlow. She FASTENED to her room
md no one saw her again until tho next
morning, when she came down dressed in
'"mher black, her face pale and her ,o!orl,ss
lips tightly compressed